Saturday, January 16, 2016

The Murder

I found her body floating amidst the lilies in the pond that
lay like an offering to the sculpture of the five senses. Her beautiful face
was partially submerged in water. Blood drained from my face as I noticed that
her body, now in livor mortis, had been dragged through the courtyard and
thrown into the pond. A knife sticking out of her stomach, blood had soaked her
favorite pink top, mixing with the water, creating a swirl which reminded me of
the fancy lollipops she bought me at the end of our short trips to the supermarket.
We told each other our darkest secrets. She taught me how to drive. She would kiss
my forehead and tell me that everything was going to be alright. She helped me
up when I was at my lowest and yet I couldn't do anything to save her. My knees
weak, I fell to the cold, hard ground. I couldn't feel a bone in my body. I
shouldn't have let her go alone to meet that bastard. I should have known that
he was capable of doing this. My mind kept sifting through such incoherent thoughts
that I didn't realize when two pairs of hands picked me up from the ground and
sat me down on the chair kept on the patch of the lush grass to the left of the
sculpture. They were two women from the
police department. All of a sudden I saw familiar faces around me. A team each
from the police department and the forensic department had arrived to
investigate.

I could feel the wind blowing violently as though mirroring
the whirl in my head. It chilled my face and sent shivers down my spine. As
they picked her body up in order to investigate to find the killer and then
prepare it for cremation, It felt as if my gut was telling me something. All of
a sudden strange smell surrounded the whole courtyard, reminding me of my time
in the forensic department. I started to look around for clues. Could he have
really done this? All I could see were the tall goliath pillars touching the
twinkling stars in the infinite sky and a petite pond across from me, right in
the center of the courtyard. There was not a single person in sight. The trees
rustled as the wind blew through them and my thoughts kept shuffling from one
to another. My mind was a mess. But one thing was certain, my sister had been
killed and revenge was in order.

Aishwarya Khanna

A Delhi University student who started this blog at the age of 15, I am keenly interested in fashion, foods, arts, culture and football. I revere Messi and strive to own 5 pairs of Louboutins by the time I am 20 (hopefully).